Looking back, you know, it feels like this weekend has been such a little relief from the overworked and sad week. The weather has been lovely in Vancouver and I wanted to be anywhere but home.
Do you get those feelings ever? I mean, I love my home, but some days I’d do anything to get out of here for the day and forget about everything.
My Saturday’s “get out of town” mood took me to the river for a long walk and some lunch.
I love it out here.
I love the eagles and sea birds and fishing boats and the long, muddy stretches of marsh.
I met this little guy on a fishing boat. He’s called Skipper, but his man told me that he’s the real captain of the ship.
He certainly was on the lookout.
The museum was open and I had a good look around.
I took some photos for R of some of the machinery and tools. Fascinating how fishing boats used to be made.
On the way back to the car, I passed a little garden with this spectacular rose. Have you ever seen anything so luminous?
Today I couldn’t stop thinking about the river rose and so grabbed C and decided to drive out to the specialty rose growers, Select Roses, for a good mooch around.
I can’t believe the huge variety of roses available now. It’s absolutely mind-boggling. And everyone at Select is dedicated to growing the best, healthiest and most wonderful roses possible.
Actually, that’s the brilliant thing about visiting a specialist, you can describe your situation and your preferences, and they will find you the perfect rose.
As soon as we stepped out of the car C disappeared behind a stone bench and I though, “Yup, it’s going to be a cat.”
This is Thelma. Isn’t she beautiful? (I did check the car for a smuggled cat before we left.)
I really meant only to look. Really I did. But there are just so many glorious roses there! Plus, there was a lovely lady clipping off the blossoms, (she claimed they were spent, but actually I think they had at least a day or two left in them). You should have seen her “waste” basket. It looked like something left over from a rose parade float. We couldn’t resist grabbing a few blossoms just to hold or to wear for as long as they would last.
Honestly, I wanted them all! But in the end I couldn’t resist this one.
It’s the Twilight Rose! It’s an old world grandiflora in the most beautiful, deepest amethyst colour. I’m sure I have room in the garden for yet one more rose…somewhere… 😀